The Midnight League
While people sleep, the spirits play their own sport. Baba Yaga swings the pestle, a house spirit flies across the night forest — and you decide when to strike and when to dive.
While people sleep, the spirits play their own sport. Baba Yaga swings the pestle, a house spirit flies across the night forest — and you decide when to strike and when to dive.
Tap on the beat and the pestle catches the spirit mid-arc. Cleaner hit, longer flight.
Tap in the air to dive. It spends a spark and turns falling into a weapon.
Meet the ground fast in the dive pose and you ricochet like a stone skipped across water.
Three nights with their own temper, an izba on chicken legs, a raven who judges the league, and a Baba Yaga who never praises you for nothing. Every sprite and every note is generated procedurally in one twenty-six colour palette.
No banners, no rewarded video, no in-app purchases.
No accounts, no network. The whole game lives on your device.
No analytics, no identifiers. Your save never leaves the phone.